Growing old in the place
I was young
is completing a circle,
chalk in each hand.
Mid life’s orbit swung wide
to far regions.
Now my hands draw together
soon they will meet.
© Jack Perkins August 2002
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Growing old in the place
I was young
is completing a circle,
chalk in each hand.
Mid life’s orbit swung wide
to far regions.
Now my hands draw together
soon they will meet.
© Jack Perkins August 2002
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